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As the heath crisis deepens the dark clouds over every aspect of our lives are gathering . But there are still gleams of sunlight and the beauty of the natural world. It will endure, so we must too.
Poko forges into deepening snow. Utah's mountains reap uncommon snowpack depths from this year's atmospheric river. This will temper, but not eliminate drought, and the shrinking of the Great Salt Lake.
Already deep in twilight, a leopard in Samburu National Reserve in northern Kenya waits quietly for near-total darkness so it can begin its nightly hunt. From a September 2022 safari. ©2022 | John M. Hudson
The lake, nestled in Jharkhand’s lush Patratu Valley, transforms as twilight deepens. The blue hour casts a soft indigo glow over the water, with mist rising gently from the surface and hills silhouetted in quiet majesty. It’s a moment where time seems to pause—serenity meets mystery, and nature whispers its secrets.
Finally the early spring leaves are deepening as we move from late spring to summer colours. There appearance has been quite quick to change this week as the cold / rain has given way to sun / warmth
With so many fields having been stood in water crops are late being planted.
This is Whixley Field Lane which passes Whixley Field House on its way to Score Ray in North Yorkshire, England
Bathed in warm golden light, the domes and minaret of this historic Ottoman mosque rise with quiet strength into the deepening blue sky of Istanbul. Captured from a low angle, the image highlights the harmony between form, shadow, and sunlight — a tribute to the enduring elegance of Islamic architecture. The golden crescents glint above layers of stone, evoking a sense of timeless serenity in the heart of a busy city.
It was a beautiful day for a circular walk from the North Yorkshire village of Whixley to Allerton Mauleverer. the spring greens are begining to deepen in colour now
This view is from the junction of Starra Field Lane and Ox Close Lane at Round Hill.
La imagen captura un camino de tierra que se adentra en un bosque denso, en el condado de Albert, durante un día de otoño intensamente nublado, con la luz del día desvaneciéndose rápidamente.
Atmósfera General y Luz: La atmósfera es melancólica y tranquila. La luz es tenue, suave y difusa, sin sombras marcadas debido a la densa capa de nubes grises que cubre el cielo. La paleta de colores otoñales, aunque presente, se ve atenuada por la falta de sol, adquiriendo tonos más apagados y saturaciones más bajas.
Primer Plano y Camino: El camino de tierra en primer plano parece más oscuro y húmedo, lo que intensifica los tonos marrones y ocres de la tierra y las hojas caídas. Las hojas de arce y abedul esparcidas por el suelo parecen casi apagadas, reflejando apenas la poca luz restante.
Vegetación y Colores Otoñales: Los árboles a ambos lados del camino forman un pasillo sombrío. Los rojos se ven más carmesí oscuro, los naranjas más quemados y los amarillos mostaza. Los verdes oscuros de las coníferas resaltan por contraste con las hojas caducas, proporcionando estructura al paisaje.
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The image captures a dirt road winding through a dense forest in Albert County, during an intensely cloudy autumn day, with the daylight rapidly fading.
Overall Atmosphere and Light: The atmosphere is melancholic and quiet. The light is dim, soft, and diffuse, with no harsh shadows due to the thick layer of gray clouds covering the sky. The autumn color palette, although present, is subdued by the lack of sunlight, adopting more muted tones and lower saturation levels.
Foreground and Road: The dirt road in the foreground appears darker and wetter, which deepens the brown and ochre tones of the earth and the fallen leaves. The scattered maple and birch leaves on the ground look almost dull, barely reflecting the remaining light.
Vegetation and Autumn Colors: The trees on both sides of the road form a shadowy corridor. The reds appear more a deep crimson, the oranges more burnt, and the yellows take on a mustard hue. The dark greens of the conifers stand out by contrast with the deciduous leaves, providing structure to the landscape.
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I showed you the main door to the Henry Jones Art Hotel previously, but from inside looking out. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/53509663898/in/dateposted/
As the darkness deepens outside the warm inviting tones emanating from inside do attract - especially to the restaurant and bar.
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‘Brooding, surreal and unsettlingly vulnerable, Black Glass marks the arrival of a striking new voice. A brilliant debut.’
_ James Bradley
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the lines appear and eventually deepen. Cycles of iris and snap dragons. The roses and lilac. That day her family went about their business as if she were already gone and had become a distant memory bobbing in a sea of radio chatter and random thoughts about what was needed from the store. A sack of beans – a pound of nails – another bucket of tar. Her youngest sister stared from a distance. too young to fully understand but instinctively knowing what was expected of her and that this was not her battle yet. Mother never stopped moving – never spoke - a bitter sharp bone in her throat and you could hear the father pounding at his forge out back.
a last look to home - as deep shadows slid to dusk - white hearts on a string
“destiny” - who other than the gods can really know? You and I clutch to hope and fear and can only speak our version of what has past
tenderly, day that I have loved, i close your eyes,
and smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.
the grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies.
i bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands
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from day that i have loved rupert brooke
I have always tended more toward a deepening of faith in solitude, a “desert” and “wilderness” existence in which one does not seek special experiences. But I concur with these others in being unable to remain satisfied with a formal and exterior kind of religion. Nor do I think that a more lively liturgy is enough. Worship and belief have become ossified and rigid, and so has the religious life in many cases.
-The Road to Joy: The Letters of Thomas Merton to New and Old Friends
I've always really liked this shot, and while I was content with it in its normal version, I wanted to try to jazz it up a bit and make it more surreal.
I used an HDR filter on it, and used eye brighten to perk up the railings, benches and rocks. That tool not only brightens whites, but it deepens blacks so they really pop the contrast. I then used a gooify tool to alter the look of the clouds. This is sort of a standing on the brink of what Dali would do piece, and I had fun doing it. The idea was to give the clouds sort of a life of their own.
Since this had been taken with a camera that didn't have great definition, using the HDR filter brought back some of the details that were lost in noise reduction, which was necessary for a very grainy shot. HDR, though, lightens the image dramatically, so all the other steps were necessary to bring back the depth of tones. In addition, I used an Orton filter to regain the blacks in the sky, and a slight bit of vignetting to further enhance that. A black haircolor tool was used to remove a prominent pipe from the foot of the stairs that I found distracting.
While this might not be everyone's cup of tea, sometimes I just have to get a little out there or I'm bored stiff! Hope you like it. The original edit, which is still my favorite, is below.
These moguls were made by our dogs running through the snow several days ago and then covered by a light layer of new snow which softened the tracks. The photo was taken in early morning with a low angle sun deepening the colors and shadows.
Dondo-yaki is a fire festival held at the end of the New Year in Japan. It is held in the precincts of local shrines and temples. It is said that good health and family safety will come true for this year.
There are approximately 300,000 festivals in Japan. It is not only a religious festival, but also has a variety of significance, such as a festival to promote a good harvest and deepen friendships in the region.
taken on January 8, 2024
どんど焼きとは, しめ縄やお正月飾り, 古いお守りや達磨, 書き初め等を神社境内などでお焚き上げする火祭り行事。正月にお迎えした歳神様がどんど焼きの煙と共にお帰りになるのを感謝を込めてお見送りする行事とされてます。無病息災や家内安全が叶うと言われており, 新しい年の幸せを祈願する行事でもあります。小正月に当たる1月15日前後に行われるのが一般的ですが, 当地では本日1月8日の祭日に行われました。
When I look at this scene, with that glorious cross of golden light projected by the rising sun, I cannot avoid a sense of awe, and the adventure of post-processing could only confirm and deepen that feeling. One could think that I could express some pride for such a work, but it would be inappropriate. Nature is the author of this wonder, and I am only an humble means to tidy it up a bit and offer its beauty to everyone would take the time to have a look. And it makes me wonder about how God sometimes reveals Himself in special moments - and we are sometimes lucky enough to be able to capture them with a camera.
At last I realized that I had this lesson by a great mentor, and I decided to tell it to those who, intrigued by the Latin title of the photo, will decide to continue reading.
"Soli Deo Gloria" is a Lutheran Latin motto meaning "Glory to God alone". Johann Sebastian Bach was a very proud man when dealing with wordly powers, but he used to put this motto at the end of his works, humbing himself in front of God. One day someone asked him how could he produce such an awful lot of great music - a provocative question, since Bach's work was on the old-fashioned side of the music of the time, to which Bach provocatively answered: "By working a lot". So he was stubborn and proud, but he was also aware that all his genius and hard work was not for his own glorification, but rather a way to induce people to perceive God, to sincerely glorifying Him. Bach made it all crystal clear in the Musical Offering BWV 1079 (1747), one of his last works and one of his very few published ones. The Musical Offering is definitely not a sacred music work, nonetheless it is a treatise about the real status of the supposed worldly glory of Man. It is formally dedicated to Frederick II the Great and is, basically, the devastating response to a humiliation that Bach had suffered at the hands of Frederick some months before. It was not simply a challenge between two quite different musical worlds, but a clash of two mutually incompatible worldviews. The Musical Offering is full of provocations and ironic remarks to the king - who, at our knowledge, was fully unresponsive to the challenge. The typical procedure is as this: while apparently celebrating the glory and greatness of the king through Latin mottoes like "Ascendenteque Modulatione ascendat Gloria Regis" (as the modulation rises, so may the King's glory), the actual music tells a vastly different story (the rising modulation, through subtle artifices, is actually perceived as descending). So, even if Frederick did not care a bit of Bach's powerful response (maybe he did not even open the luxury dedicatory copy Bach sent to him), we are left with a deep reflection about the glory and power of this world. A lesson still to be learned by the posterity.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.3/0/+1.3 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal" exposure shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4. RAW files processed with Darktable 3
"Rusalka, Rusalka your arms out of water
Your hair like an alien bloom
Dark-eyed Rusalka, your brow tressed in flowers
Pale in a liminal moon
And all that you are is a star on the water
When first I went swimming, I heeded no warning
And dared breach your rippling pool
As I lulled and lingered, the ring slipped my finger
And drifted down the deepening cool
And all that I want is to fall in your shallows
And now we are wed, the water our bed
And bank to bank a property lake
And you are my wild-eyed rusalka, my river bride
Drag me down, take me away
And here we will lie, you and I, 'neath the cold, dark sky
Beware the wild rushes, my mother told me
That grow on the bank side along the salt sea
But I being young, I heeded her none
So to the wild rushes the wind carried me
The summer was here and the sun it was high
And to the wild rushes I came by and by
And there took my seat and dipped in my feet
When through the wild rushes, a voice sweetly cried
Come down, my little darling, come closer to me
The water is warm; it is salty and free
I long for your touch but I won't ask too much
And I, being foolish, walked in to my knees
Come down, little darling, and lay at my breast
Oh come a little closer and I'll do the rest
I waited so long for a lover to come
And I, being foolish, walked in to my chest
Come down, my little darling, oh farther come in
For deeper the water, the sweeter the sin
My lily lies here, if you'd only draw near
And I, being foolish, went in to my chin
Oh come, my little darling, do you feel my cool breath?
Do you feel my arms around you so warm and so wet?
Swept from my feet, she pulled me beneath
And in the wild rushes, I went to my Death"
The Decemberists - Rusalka, Rusalka / Wild rushes
The dreadfulness of hell deepens our grateful praise for the salvation we have in Jesus Christ. Hell is what we deserve. And hell is what He experienced on the cross in our place. - Tom Ascol
💋 The evening unfurled like silk — that perfect hush before twilight deepens into desire. I leaned against the stone ledge outside my home, my faithful cat perched beside me, his blue eyes reflecting the amber glow of the porch light. He watched me the way only cats can — patient, knowing, as if he understood that tonight wasn’t just another night. Somewhere down the road, headlights would appear, and with them, him.
✨ The Hale Outfit by Enchantress clung to me like a secret I wasn’t ready to tell. Its silhouette — a masterwork of sensual architecture — sculpted every curve, tracing the hourglass of my form with confidence and a whisper of rebellion. The bodysuit’s daring plunge revealed just enough to suggest the rest, framed by a belt of metallic rings that shimmered like moonlight against crimson leather. It felt both dangerous and divine, a perfect balance between softness and control.
🌹 There’s something timeless about its cut — a revival of 1950s bombshell glamour blended with the unapologetic edge of 1980s high-shine couture. It’s the kind of design that refuses to belong to one decade, existing instead in that eternal realm where confidence becomes the ultimate accessory. The supple, leather-like finish moves like a second skin, every step an unspoken promise.
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🐾 My cat brushed his tail against my arm, a gentle reminder that I wasn’t alone in my anticipation. The night carried the faint scent of roses and rain on warm pavement. When I caught the first glint of headlights approaching, my lips curved into a quiet smile. I could almost feel his pulse quicken already — though he hadn’t yet seen what waited for him beneath the stars.
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💎 And tonight, my skin told a story of its own. Draped beneath the open cut of my Hale Outfit is the Venus Midnight Rose Tattoo Set, a masterpiece of sensual ink artistry that evolves with mood and memory. This set offers twelve exquisite tattoo options, each one a different chapter of the same love story — from the passionate to the timeless.
There’s Fresh, with its newly-inked vibrance and luminous, saturated tones that look as if the roses were painted moments ago… and Fresh BW, the same precision rendered in classic monochrome for a strikingly elegant contrast. Faded softens the bloom, giving the petals a lived-in sensuality, while Faded BW whispers of nostalgia in grayscale. The Aged and Aged BW layers deepen that romance, their muted pigments warming to the skin like memories etched over time. For those who adore the character of history, Old and Old BW embody the allure of vintage ink, weathered beautifully yet forever captivating. Then come the artist’s full expressions — Color and BW — lush or minimal, each emphasizing the tattoo’s exquisite floral detail. Finally, Tint and Tint BW invite personal creativity, allowing soft hue adjustments to harmonize with your tone, mood, or outfit.
Each version transforms how the roses unfold against the skin — some bold and fiery, others whisper-light — all revealing a part of who I am beneath the Hale’s crimson silhouette. Beneath the glow, the roses seem to breathe with me, turning my body into a living canvas of passion, elegance, and feminine power.
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As the car slowed to a stop, I looked at my cat and whispered,
“Wish me luck.”
He blinked once, as if to say, He won’t stand a chance.
Two of my favorite effects for sliding are the watercolor pencil and the colored pencil. I've combined both, deepened the colors, added some vibrance for this photo!
Happy Slider Sunday!
Our language has wisely sensed these two sides of man’s being alone. It has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone. Although, in daily life, we do not always distinguish these words, we should do so consistently and thus deepen our understanding of our human predicament.
Paul Tillich, The Eternal Now
An intersection I see at least a few times a day and never tire of, especially later in the day when the shadows deepen.
Still no rain.
A new day is arriving on the dry parched landscape of Central Western New South Wales.
As drought conditions deepen the earth will face yet another day without the desperately needed rain.
Cumnock, New South Wales, Australia.
Osborne Fort, Holy Island, Northumberland, UK
It was getting close to sunset and the shadows were deepening as I walked down off the Heugh. The sky behind me was getting interesting and gulls were doing impressions of a cross between a WWII dogfight and bombing run.
My plan was to take a set of bracketed images and some specific bird shots and blend. As it turned out when I went through the images I didn't want to lighten the ground and castle as much as I thought I would so I just took one of the images where I thought the gulls were arranged the best and used that.
Osborne’s Fort (or Steel End Fort) standing on the Heugh was built during a period of uneasy peace in 1671 as a defence against Dutch raiders who seem to have been making a real nuisance of themselves since about 1652 and, wholly or in part, because of the impact of the Black death and Great Fire of London were getting the better of the fighting! The fort is in ruins but is one of just a few remaining fortifications of this period. Others built at the same time are at Plymouth, Hull, and Portsmouth. It was far larger than a cursory glance at the remaining ruins would indicate. Why it was called Osborne’s Fort is not known.
© All rights reserved to Steve Pellatt. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
I have never fully understood the appeal of the Mullein plant, especially in the fall, for Warblers. But Cape May and Nashville Warblers in particular seem drawn to them. I had always assumed that it might be insects hidden inside the flower pods, but this one looks pretty insect-free. Maybe this bird was just late to the party.
I have cropped this image to emphasize the vertical subjects.
The very first sun breaking the horizon creates an unusual deepening of the tones in this bird, which is great, but it can threaten my fall southbound migration identification confidence. I wondered for a while but given the eye rings, on top of other indicators, I am pretty sure this is a Nashville.
A bird's eye view of Rock Island which gave Rock Island Lake its name. Yukon's wilderness can be seen from ground level but its beauty can be obscured by the dense tree cover. Views from above deepened our appreciation of the land. Panorama from 2 files in landscape format.
"As one approaches the falls from the parking lot the creek churns along in a gorge maybe 75 feet deep, but at the falls suddenly and spectacularly expands and deepens to 400 feet in dramatic fashion, with the waters of Spahats Creek pouring out of a keyhole slot in the amphitheater, plunging over an impressive waterfall. The falls stand approximately 240 feet tall, with drops of 40 and 200 feet respectively, but only the 200 foot drop can be seen due to the shape of the gorge."
www.worldwaterfalldatabase.com/waterfall/Spahats-Creek-Fa...
The Earth’s rotation pulls the dark shroud of deepening evening ever closer on the eastern horizon as the lower reaches of the canyon begin to bathe in shadows, washing away the bright grit of day, Lipan Point, Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona.
Behind me, a couple got engaged. A man pulled out a ring just before the sun winked over the western horizon, its rays sending golden waves of blessing into an unknown future. A woman, beaming, hoping, radiant in the dying light. My sons, wife, and dogs not far away, together for a few weeks. The majesty of the canyon singing gutturally with its full throat into the gloaming. And me, wishing once more to somehow preserve all of this, forever.
At twilight, at dusk, White Pocket takes on a life of its own as the colors deepen, the landscape softens, and a dreamlike quality settles over the quiet of the desert.
South Plateau, Montana/Idaho Border
The forested trails south of West Yellowstone, Montana offer good snowmobiling. As the service roads wind upward on this plateau bordering the park, the snow deepens. The powder changes consistency up here around 7500 feet. Everything is encapsulated, snow blasted and wind hardened. The woods I was taking for granted visibly change: every tree, every bough, even the needles stand in sharp relief against each other, the entire forest a subject that stands out. They bear their burden stoically, and I am surprised that, in this little meadow, I feel a peace more commonly found on a summer's day. I let the silence wash over me for a while. When the wind picks up and the temperatures drop after sundown, it will be different. But in the soft light of a winter afternoon, maybe this white forest is not such a harsh beauty after all.
An old boat in need of repair gazes out wistfully at the deepening light at end of day. White's Marina, New Hamburg, NY.
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“Contemplative prayer is a deepening of faith that moves beyond thoughts and concepts. One just listens to God, open and receptive to the divine presence in one’s inmost being as its source. One listens not with a view to hearing something, but with a view to becoming aware of the obstacles to one’s friendship with God.”
- Thomas Keating, The Human Condition: Contemplation and Transformation
These carved stones come with interesting titles. They are (from left to right) Deepening Knowledge (1969), Human Sacrifice (1984), Brilliance (1982), and Venus (1980).
This stark setting seems less like a museum show space and more like a factory floor. Perhaps it's the trees and natural light in the corner but it tends to grow on you. These Noguchi sculptures seem right at home.
It was a beautiful day for a circular walk from the North Yorkshire village of Whixley to Allerton Mauleverer. the spring greens are begining to deepen in colour now
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We've deepened the discount on gacha sets that we plan on completely retiring. From NOW through August 31st, play these machines for just L$10! You read that right! Only L$10 per play on 18 collections that will NEVER EVER return!
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ANSELM KIEFER, who was born in the ruins of 1945, got a major exhibition in MUSEUM VOORLINDEN.
Wim Wenders' 3D documentary ‘ANSELM’ deepens the experience. For my review see the first comment.
Beauty in gloomy rainy Wasdale
Wast Water or Wastwater (/ˈwɒst wɔːtər/) is a lake located in Wasdale, a valley in the western part of the Lake District National Park, England. The lake is almost three miles (five kilometres) long and more than one-third mile (500 m) wide. It is a glacial lake, formed in a glacially "over-deepened" valley. It is the deepest lake in England at 258 feet (79 m). The surface of the lake is about 200 feet (60 m) above sea level, while its bottom is over 50 feet (15 m) below sea level. It is considered relatively oligotrophic. It is owned by the National Trust.
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“One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore.
Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
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